I fell so hard. I feel like I’ve fallen five times and I keep making myself fall because in some ways I like the taste.
I can’t any more.
I never saw this coming. You, into my life.
You’re right, I am uncomfortable. I know that makes you uncomfortable. I’m fine with liking girls. I’m just not fine (yet) with talking to you about the fact that I like (liked?) you best of all.
I can’t just be friends. I still want more. I’m sorry. I need time.
The first time I crossed a professional boundary.
The first time I fell in love with a girl.
The first time I admitted to myself I much prefer girls.
The first time I was rejected.
The first time I really really cared.
The first time I was forced to be vulnerable.
The first time I ever took a risk.
The first time the stakes were high.
My first time being me.